Madon­na­tron

Madon­na­tron

Mojo (UK) - - News - Anna Wood

TRASHMOUTH. CD/DL/LP Spooky, rau­cous gotha­billy pop from these south Lon­don la­bel-mates of Fat White Fam­ily.

When they formed a year or so ago, Madon­na­tron could not, in any tra­di­tional sense, play their in­stru­ments. By the time they sup­ported The Moon­land­ingz last Septem­ber they were a com­pelling about-to-col­lapse live act, and now, with their de­but al­bum, they have claimed a sweet spot round about where The Cramps meet The Go-Go’s. There is sass and spook­i­ness in their louche gui­tars and bass, in the thud­ding, syrupy drums, and in the vo­cals. The band al­most chant, then croon, rev­el­ling in their witchy ren­di­tions of fe­male archetypes, from the mur­der­ous mother in Head­less Chil­dren to the get­ting-an­gry groupie in Secrets, lament­ing and threat­en­ing over a benzo’d Hal Blaine drum­beat that leads us right into a wail­ing, cathar­tic frenzy. But this is proper pop, too – songs that will make you dance and sing along while you feel the seedy, swirling force.

Madon­na­tron: feel the seedy, swirling force.

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